Rest in the Word

·        Rembrandt Return of the Prodigal Son Prodigal Younger Son’s Prayer   Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you.  I asked you for my share estate before you die. Frankly, I wished you die.  I loved your things, not you.  Even though I hurt your feeling, you did not rebuke me, cast out me you’re your family, and gave me 1/3 of your estate as my wishes.  I tore your life, your family, and your community. Your heart and your life were broken, because of me.  I did not know when I spent the money, but when I had no money left, ate Pigs’ pods, and I was almost dying of hunger, I realized that my choice was wrong, foolish, and unforgivable.      I was now not worthy to be called your son. I already spent all my portion of the money, my dignity, and love what I deserved as your son. I deserved to be called one of your hired servants, not servants who lived in your house, but in town. I did not ask the status of sonship, even your servant in your house, I just wanted to earn